Perils of the Small Hours
de Aldous Leonard Huxley(2005)
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When life burns low as the fire in the grate
And all the evening\'s books are read,
I sit alone, save for the dead
And the lovers I have grown to hate.
But all at once the narrow gloom
Of hatred and despair expands
In tenderness: thought stretches hands
To welcome to the midnight room
Another presence: - a memory
Of how last year in the sunlit field,
Laughing, you suddenly revealed
Beauty in immortality.
For so it is; a gesture strips
Life bare of all its make-believe.
All unprepared we may receive
Our casual apocalypse.
Sheer beauty, then you seemed to stir
Unbodied soul; soul sleeps to-night,
And love comes, dimming spirit\'s sight,
When body plays interpreter.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 118
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 20
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Aldous Leonard Huxley. “Perils of the Small Hours.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/aldous-leonard-huxley-0006683/poezie/perils-of-the-small-hoursIntrebari frecvente
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